She always wondered how he was to others, She always listed how others thought of him...

But to her he was nothing but

The ghost dancing in the corner of her eyes at night,
Smoke that she couldn't help but to breathe in her lungs,
The everlasting wormth that soothed her shaking hands,
A sweet sound that put all the screaming voices to rest,
He was the precious mercy that gave her the grace to live,